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How You Know It’s Love

Published by Mary Derringer at February 14, 2026
Categories
  • Holidays
  • Love Poem
  • Poetry
  • Valentine's Day
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  • Mary Derringer
  • poetry
  • Romance
  • romantic poetry
  • V Day
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A man and woman leaning against each other at a scenic view, looking out at mountains. Dancing along the egde of the mountain tops the word: How You Know It's Love. Other text: Mary Derringer, Valentine's Day Poetry

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It doesn’t always awaken with a speech. 
It slips in as a glance across a quiet room, 
the lull between words — 
the way someone smiles, 
or the way you do.
It’s a hand holding yours at the table, 
as if they had been reaching for you all along. 
It’s the silence after laughter 
when you both feel the echo still warm in the air. 
It’s a cup of tea made just the way you like it, 
waiting on the counter without a word. 
And a coat draped over you just before the rain comes. 
Or it’s the moment you realize you’ve been in love all along. 
It’s the scent that lingers in those moments, 
the breeze that carries their name 
to you, when you’re feeling alone. 
It’s the song that plays when you don’t ask for music, 
and then you realize, “They’re playing our song.”
Yes, love is the butterflies, 
but it’s also in the stillness after they settle. 
It’s the way the world goes quiet when you look for me. Yes, I know I’m home. 
You don’t have to say it. I know. You know.
All this is my way of saying “I love you.”


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Mary Derringer
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A seventy-eight-year-old nursing home resident, she enjoys writing poetry as well as children’s stories. She has a degree in children’s literature from the Institute of Children’s Literature. She has three poems scheduled for publication in the Neopoet Around the World anthology. New to poetry, she has been excited to feel the gratification that comes with having your words valued.

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